This. Just this. And this. [yframe url=’http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7PVVT9V2CM0′] You know those blissful nights when you sit around a country dinner table, picking over the last pieces of roast lamb and your two year old niece keeps running outside carrying more and more bogus excuses to interrupt the party- all in the guise of wanting ‘more roast […]
Archive for July, 2013
I am not in Italy. I am not in Menton. And the closest I currently am to the turquoise sea and cliff bars of Dubrovnik are the motivational photographs I’ve printed out to take to the hospital with me. Yet that is what this dish makes me itch for. Instead, I am ferrying around […]
There are few bastions of true civility left. Sometimes, when you’re up to your scratched elbows in flat pack furniture, and coming to the realisation that your future wardrobe will revolve around cotton shirts that button down the front and don’t require ironing (perfect for an encroaching life with a wee one) it’s nice to […]
There comes a time when you have to ask. ‘How many recipes for a blueberry muffin do I really need?’ The answer is; one. And I’m pretty sure this is it. A bad muffin is a sad thing. They can be oily on the fingertips, bloated and blousy with flour, or sodden from an enthusiastic […]
There are skills I must gain in the next five weeks. I could be wrong on these, but my instincts are telling me the following: I need to learn how to maintain sufficient sanity on minimal sleep (def: sufficient sanity; enough that at the end of the day everyone is alive). I need to […]